Salme 17
1 En Bøn af David. HERRE, hør en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage, laan Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!
A Prayer of David. Hear, O Yahweh, the right, Attend to my loud cry, Give ear unto my prayer, on lips that would not deceive:
2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgaa, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
From before thee, let my sentence come forth, Thine eyes, behold with equity.
3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
Thou hast tested my heart, hast made inspection by night, hast refined me until thou couldst find nothing, Had I devised evil, my mouth should not have transgressed:
4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
As for the workings of men, By the word of thy lips, have, I, taken heed of the paths of the violent one.
5 mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej paa min Gang.
Thou hast held fast my goings on to thy ways, My footsteps have not been shaken:
6 Jeg raaber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør paa mit Ord!
I, have called upon thee, for thou wilt answer me, O GOD, —Incline thine ear unto me, Hear thou my speech:
7 Vis dig underfuldt naadig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
Let thy lovingkindness be distinguished, thou Saviour of such as seek refuge from them who lift themselves up against thy right hand.
8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
Guard me, as the pupil of the eye, —Under the shadow of thy wings, wilt thou hide me:
9 for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
From the face of lawless ones who have treated me with violence, the foes of my soul, who come round against me:
10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
Their own fat [heart], have they shut up, —With their mouth, have they spoken proudly.
11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi gaar, de sigter paa at slaa os til Jorden.
As for our own goings, now, have they surrounded us, —Their eyes, they fix, bending to the earth:
12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger paa Lur.
His likeness, is as a lion, that longeth to rend, and as a young lion, lurking in secret places.
13 Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
Rise, Yahweh! Confront his face, Bring him down, Deliver my soul from the lawless one [who is] thy sword:
14 fra Mændene, HERRE, med din Haand, fra dødelige Mænd — lad dem faa deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forraad af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!
From men [who are] thy hand, O Yahweh, From the men of this age, whose portion, is among the living, and, with thy treasure, thou fillest their bosom, —They must be satisfied with sons, And must leave their abundance to their children: —
15 Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Aasyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg vaagner.
I, in righteousness, shall behold thy face, Shall be satisfied when awakened by a vision of thee.
